I run up the four flights of stairs to my apartment, this is the only exercise I fit in today, at the door I see a note. I pluck it off the door and take it inside with me. I open it and see this
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
But nothing compares to the beauty of you.
My ears are burning,
My hands shake,
But that won’t stop me from asking you for a date.
I don’t know if that’s creepy or cute.